Cheerleaders: A Fictional Narrative

“Don’t you usually sit over there?” I pointed to the football players and the cheerleaders.
“Yeah, but I’d rather sit with you
They were all staring; my guess was that they were waiting for him to sit with them. The girls were giving me hateful looks and I had a feeling him sitting with me would piss them off.
“Fine, but you have to be nice to my friend.”
He eyes went up in surprise. “Friend? Did Taylor James already make a friend? It better not be a guy.”